MORNING GLORY
She is there having her tea.
A mulatto blemish, a secret blend,
some mix of the herbal and the
maladroit. By the glass, at the
window, arms crossed - only
something Sphinx-like, that
makes me think - sonorously
I suppose - of mystery.
-
JoJo wears suspenders and is
whistling his happy tune. I hear
the talk of the town, going
his way soon.
She is there having her tea.
A mulatto blemish, a secret blend,
some mix of the herbal and the
maladroit. By the glass, at the
window, arms crossed - only
something Sphinx-like, that
makes me think - sonorously
I suppose - of mystery.
-
JoJo wears suspenders and is
whistling his happy tune. I hear
the talk of the town, going
his way soon.
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